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Alex
I can’t believe my eyes. Or my ears. Or my lips.
They’re tingling and warm from his touch.
He’s looking at me. Those brown eyes are shining. That hand is on my face, and I feel his thumb run circles around my cheek.
But I know what I have to say.
“Nate,” I grab the hand that’s on my cheek. “You can’t do this. Being with me is going…it’s going to completely destroy your reputation. You’ll get the same treatment I’m getting. And I don’t want you to go through that. I don’t want you to have to deal with being tripped, poked, insulted. I don’t want you to do this for me.”
“I don’t care if people spit in my face when I walk through the halls,” he stares into my eyes. “I’ll be by your side.”
“Elena will ruin both of our lives’,” I protest.
“Let her,” he whispers. “I’d rather be the lowest of the low if it means being with you, even if I have the chance to be…to be president. Of the world. It won’t matter. As long as you’re with me, I don’t care.”
“You’ll change your mind,” I say bitterly. “You’ll wish you never kissed me. You’ll wish you’d just left me out on the sidewalk in front of this movie theater. You’ll rue the day you wrapped your arms around me and made me yours, Nate Turner.”
“Made you mine?” he repeats. “Is that a yes, then?”
I can’t help but smile a little at his hopeful and eager smile.
“Yes,” I sigh.
He crushes me against him. “I won’t ever regret any of this. I won’t ever—“
“Shhhh,” I shush against his chest.
He stops talking.
And we just stand there. Against each other. Connected.
I feel so safe, in those arms. I feel so protected from anything.
He’s right. No bathroom stall can compare to this.
I feel his fingers go through my hair, and I stiffen, realizing how horrible it probably looks.
But he doesn’t pick it up and stare at it. He runs his hands up and down, up and down. I close my eyes, breathing in his scent. This feels wonderful. This feels amazing.
This feels…
“Perfect,” Nate murmurs. “Just perfect.”
Surprise makes me open my eyes.
“What is?”
“You are.”
A smile I can’t control stretches across my face. A smile I’ve never felt before is suddenly making my whole body feel warm.
I say nothing more. I just close my eyes, and let his fingers run through that hair. I let his scent surround me. I let his arms hold me.
I let his heart beat against me.
Perfect, my mind says before I let bliss turn it off. Just perfect.
Nate
She fell asleep against me, standing up.
I hear her soft, patterned breathing.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where she lives, so I scoop her into my arms.
She’s as easy to carry as a child. I’m so much taller than her that I have no problem carrying her.
And she fits perfectly into the backseat of my car.
I lay her across all three seats, and then hop into the driver’s seat.
It’s a quiet drive home, and I open the back door, picking her up and opening the front door after unlocking it.
My mother is in her pink silk robe, and her eyes widen when she sees the unconscious girl in my arms.
“Mom,” I whisper. “I need a phonebook.”
“Who’s—“ she points to Alex, sleeping peacefully in my arms.
“Her name’s Alex,” I say. “And she fell asleep…long story…uh…I need that phonebook.”
She leads me to the kitchen, sighing.
“It’s late, Nathan.”
“I know,” I admit. “But I don’t know where she lives…and…I need to take her home.”
She takes the phonebook off of the shelf on the wall, handing it to me.
I search for her name, and see only one Fitzgerald residence in the whole town.
“63 Brown Street.”
What kind of street name is that?
“Will you be back soon, Nathan?” I ask as I take my keys out of my pocket.
“Of course, Mom,” I smile at her. “Go to bed.”
She nods, and walks upstairs.
I put ’63 Brown Street’ into the GPS and follow the route.
“Turn right,” it says loudly, and I jump.
Alex screams behind me, sitting up.
“Are you kidnapping me?” she shrieks, and then looks at me for a moment. “Oh.”
I smile. “Sorry…forgot to turn down the volume.”
“Where are we going?” she asks. “Did I fall asleep?”
“Yes, you did,” I say. “I’m taking you home. You need a real bed to sleep in, not the back seat of my car.”
She smiles. “Oh…sorry for…uh…”
“It’s okay.”
I look at the car clock, and it’s past midnight.
“Aren’t your parents worried about you?”
“My parents are never home, remember?” Alex sighs.
“Oh…” I feel so awkward. “Uh…”
“Turn left,” the GPS says, its fake male voice startling us again. “Then, turn right.”
“I feel weird being in the back seat,” Alex says after a few seconds of silence. “I feel like a kid.”
I smile. “Compared to me, you look like a kid.”
I am gently smacked on the side of my head.
“That didn’t hurt,” I grin.
“I was hoping it wouldn’t,” Alex admits.
I feel my face heat up. “Oh.”
She’s too sweet. She’s too beautiful. She’s too perfect…she’s…
“Turn right onto Deerfoot Drive. Then. Turn left.”
We drive in a peaceful silence.
“You have reached. Six-ty Three Brown Street.”
“He talks so weird,” Alex whispers.
“I know.”
She opens the door, and I realize there’s an absence of cars.
“You’re right,” I say. “There’s no one here.”
“Yeah,” she sighs. “That’s how it is…sometimes they come home to sleep for a bit. But they want to make as much money as they can that…sometimes they sleep at their jobs.”
“What do they do?” I ask.
Alex gulps. She says nothing.
“Nevermind, sorry,” I say quickly. “I…I don’t feel…good about you being home alone all the time.”
“It’s no big deal,” she says. “I keep the doors locked.”
“What about the windows?”
“Well…they’re locked too.”
“But they’re breakable.”
“Are you trying to scare me?”
I smile sheepishly. “I just want you safe.”
“I’ll be fine, Nate,” she says, kissing my cheek.
I’m immediately in bliss.
“Good night,” she says again, kissing my other cheek. “I…I…lo--…I hope to see you soon.”
I wave, and she walks to her door, reaching under her neck and pulling out a key on a chain.
She’s inside, and I am greeted by the quiet night.
Or morning. Whichever.
“Good night, Alex,” I say to the dark. “Sweet dreams.”